#place your bets now on which ones you're gonna get attached to

[roopnavarro]

A look at the villains from Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga From left to right: Octoboss (Goran D. Kleut); Fang (Matuse); Dementus (Chris Hemsworth); History Man (actor currently not known); Lil' Jilly (CJ Bloomfield); Smeg (David Collins, kneeling in front); Organic Mechanic (Angus Sampson)

[springseasonie]

Auralism | PJS (M)

Voice actor Jisung x fem reader

Part 2. Part 3.

Summary: Auralism is to be sexually aroused by sound, which includes people's voices.

Warnings: sexual content, mutual masterbation, Jisung is talking you through it hehe

Word count: 1,2k

A/N: was getting back into audio porn and it inspired me :)) I love Jisung voice and if y'all didn't know about audio porn, reddit and quinn are top teir. Get into ittttt. Feedback is loved and appreciated 🩷🩷

This was something you never told anyone you were into. You preferred to keep this particular interest to yourself, not because you were embarrassed but because you wanted to keep him to yourself. "Him" is a man that goes by the name of LilJisung on Reddit. You had no idea what he looked like, no one did. You just knew his voice.

His voice did things to you no one could even imagine. It was deep, soft, calm. Jisung had you under a spell. Every time you heard his voice, even a tiny sigh, your heart would jump. Sometimes you really wanted to know what he looked like, if his voice matched his face or if he looked like anything you imagined. But right now, you were laying in your bed, headphones in as you scrolled through your phone to find one audio you never listened to (and you've heard almost all of them).

Just when you were about to give up, you saw something that you've never seen before peak your interest. The title of the audio was "couldn't sleep". You pressed on it and laid your phone flat, expecting for it to be regular audio, but you couldn't even be more wrong.

"Hey guys."

The butterflies erupted in your stomach, hands immediately clutching your shirt at the sound of his voice. God, he was so sexy without even trying, making you go crazy and all he said was 2 words.

"As you can tell by the title, I couldn't sleep. So I decided to record something. If I sound a little different, it's because I'm laying down and the mic is attached to my chain."

Your body shivers with anticipation, taking in every single word with sinful intent. In all honesty, you were barely listening to him, the sheer tone of his voice turning your core into a river. You were shamelessly obsessed with the man. Your hands were moving on their own, fingers tracing the middle of your chest as you laid on your back, moving right between your legs.

"I'm gonna do something a bit different. We're close, right? Well we should be. I've made you cum without even having touched you many times I bet."

And he was about to do it again. You hadn't even started stimulating yourself yet, but Jesus. The things he says are enough to make you cum untouched. His deep, but careful voice and way of speaking – it turned you on so much. He knew his audience so well, always listening well to their comments and loving everything everyone had to say.

"I want you guys to touch yourself as you listen to me touch myself and talk to you."

You listened to the faint sound of him stroking his lubed cock through your noise canceling headphones, sinful sounds ticking your ear drums. You were salivating, legs getting stuck to your sheets as your body was getting hotter and hotter. His soft sighs were beginning to really excite you, mind reeling from all the sounds.

"I hope you're in a comfortable position right now. I bet you look so pretty. If you have clothes on..fuck.. take all of them off. I want to feel as if you're here with me."

You opened your eyes moving off your bed at the speed of light. The audio continued, his soft moans and sighs permeating your ears as you took your clothes off. Finally getting everything off, you laid in your bed again, legs spread wide.

"I really, really love doing these," he starts. "Fuck..I'm so turned on right now." You hear him gulp, smacking his teeth as he opens his mouth, letting out a shaky moan as he stroked himself faster. Moans and groans fell from his lips, tickling you in all the right places.

"You know how much I like it when you follow directions, so let me guide you pretty girl."

Your brows furrowed, core getting even more wet at his sultry voice.

"Run your hands all over your body baby. Just like that. And keep those legs open for me. I bet you look so fucking pretty with your pussy on display for me."

Your breath was shaky, his voice sending you into overdrive. You haven't even started touching yourself yet, but you were ready to let go at any moment. The raspy whispers, dirty words in a calm innocent tone – you needed him.

"Now take those pretty hands and put them between your legs. Just- oh fuck. Fuck this feels so good."

You started rubbing your clit, brows furrowing almost immediately from how overly sensitive you were. The sound of his breath quickening made your stomach do flips, the slight rasp in his throat as he tried to keep his loud groans down.

"I wish I could see you right now, touch you and make you feel good. You want me to make you feel good?"

You nodded, slipping completely into your element. At this point, you're in a parasocial relationship with this guy. He's the only man that has made you cum and you've never touched him, let alone seen him. The way he spoke sent you into a frenzy, it felt like he was actually there with you.

"Slip those cute fingers in for me, pretty girl. They're probably not as long as mine. You probably thought about it haven't you, hm? Me with my fingers deep in your cunt?"

You slipped your fingers in, fingering yourself at a good pace as soon as you started. Your eyes were shut, moans echoing in the room. You couldn't even hear yourself due to the noise canceling headphones you had on. Your other hand made its way to your chest, rolling your nipple between your fingers. You pinched and pulled the sensitive bud while his voice rushed your eardrums.

"Fuck, I want you to go faster with me okay?"

You fingered yourself faster, moving your hand from your nipples and circling it on your clit in unison with your other hand. You were in heaven at this point, overstimulated to the brim. Your moans and whines become louder with him, unable to control yourself.

"Fuck you're doing so well. You always do well for me," he said, voice a bit whiny. "Shit, I'm probably gonna cum soon," he chuckled softly mixed with his moans. The sound of him stroking himself faster rang through your ears, lighting the flame in your stomach. His breathing hitched, whines going up in pitch with every breath he took.

"I-I want you to cum with me okay," he whimpered breathlessly, deep voice cracking from the pleasure. "Please cum with me. Please, please, please."

"Oh my god," you whined. At this point, you fully stopped fingering yourself and rubbed your aroused bud. Your jaw dropped as you threw your head back. Your other hand gripped your sheets hard, knuckles lightening in color.

"I'm cumming, fuck." You listened to him cum, his moans loud in your ears as you came at the same time. "Yes, keep cumming for me. God, I wish I could see you."

Your body shuddered, muscles tensing so hard it hurt. Yet again, he gave you one of the best orgasms of your life. Breathing shakily, you plopped down on your bed weakly once again listening to his breathing.

"Well that was fun." His laugh was raspy and light, almost as if he wasn't whispering the dirtiest thing in your ear a second ago. "Thank you for spending more time with me. I hope you came as much as I did, pretty girl. Hope to see you next time."

And with that, the audio finished, and thankfully, so did you.

[kenny-the-ken]

Mary Jane

Yes you seen the GIF right... but he is gonna touch them.

Sorry, I couldn't help myself!

This is a smut, so if you're a minor, STOP READING PLEASE!!

Enjoy guys, I really put a lot of work into this fic, I was TW//SA//TW when I was 16 and I still struggle with it so I hope you guys like it, I really worked hard on it. ALL AGED UP

The sound of bubbling echoed around the room as you inhaled the dense cloud of smoke that was contained in the glass, lifting the bowl and firing tube out of the glass bong and inhaling the smoke in one long breath.

You were sitting on Kenny's bed in his cold, damp bedroom, coughing as you exhaled the smoke, your boyfriend laughing at you.

"Hey! You coughed when you hit it too!" You exclaimed, waving your hands as you spoke.

You felt a pair of arms wrap lazily around your waist, a mop of blonde hair resting against your shoulder, leaving a trail of wet kisses along your neck.

"You know... sex always feels better when you're stoned." Kenny whispered into your ear, his teeth nipping at your lobe.

"Hmm, I do know that, you tell me every time we smoke up." You tease, leaning against his subtle touches.

"I just can't help myself babe, you're sitting here in nothing but one of my band shirts and your panties, which I bet are dripping for me already. Plus... we've got the whole place to ourselves, so you can be as loud as you want, Princess." His voice was husky, his hand moving under the hem of your shirt, cold, calloused hands cupping your breast, his thumb and forefinger pinching and rolling over your nipple. And your gasp was audible, which made Kenny smirk.

"You like that, huh?" His mouth was now attached against your neck once more, this time rougher, he licked and then began sucking and nipping at your sweet spot, a few breathy moans catching in the back of your throat.

"Kenny!" You gasped once more as his hands wrapped around you once more, flipping you over on your back as he hovered over you.

"So flustered already, baby." He cooed, standing tall above you before leaning down to capture your lips in a heated kiss, he wanted you, and you were so eager to please him, seeing as he pleased you all the time.

Your hands were tangled in his soft locks of hair, tugging gently making Kenny let out a small moan, both your tongues fighting desperately for dominance, Kenny would always win, but it was fun to make him work for it.

You knew every inch and turn of your boyfriends body, and he knew yours, you had started off as friends, then one drunken night when you were both sixteen you both hooked up, it was the talk of the school, then you both became friends with benefits, till neither of you could deny your feelings any longer, and you became a couple.

You both broke away for air, as Kenny winked at you, a smirk plastered on his face, as he began moving down your body, taking his band shirt off your small frame. You lay beneath him, his mouth all over your breasts, from teasing and nipping at your nipples, to leaving dark bruises for only him to see, he loved every second, your moans and whines feeding his growing erection.

"P-please, Kenny." You whispered, as he detached his mouth from your breast with an audible pop noise.

"Use your words, baby. If you want me to touch you, you only have to ask." He replied, and you felt dizzy, he really knew how to get you hot and bothered and by god did he love it.

"Please, Kenny. Touch me please." You pleaded with him, your eyes wide and doe like as he stared down at you.

"That's all you needed to say, Princess." Kenny replied and in only swift motion pulled your pink lace panties down your legs, throwing them to an unknown corner of the room, his head now between your legs.

"Open wider for me, baby." He said with a smirk, his hands on your legs as he spread them wider, his hands gripping your waist as he pulled you down the bed towards him, his tongue getting to work on you.

"Fuck, Kenny!" You moaned out, he was good, and he knew he was, his tongue circled your clit at a steady pace, sucking gently to increase your pleasure as your back arched, hands desperately gripping the bed sheets beneath you, your head bent back as the moans shamelessly escaped your mouth.

"Hmm, so pretty." Kenny said, his tongue meeting your entrance as he pushed his tongue as far as he could inside you, it was electric, your senses heightened, and you craved more of him, you craved all of him.

"I need you, Ken." And that was all he needed to hear, he stripped quickly, his cock rock solid against and dripping with pre cum.

It was now your time to tease, you rose from where you were lay, your legs shaky and weak as you got off the bed.

"It's only fair that I return the favour." And Kenny knew exactly what you meant.

"You're just so needy for my cock, aren't you baby?" He growled pushing you to the floor on your knees in front of him.

"Such a good girl. You can take it all, right?" He teased, and you cut his flirting dead, kitten licking the pre cum from the tip of his dick, your cheeks hollowing as you took him almost fully in your mouth, the sounds your mouth was making were obscene, and Kenny's eyes were fixed on you, watching you bob up on down obediently on his cock, and fuck your mouth felt incredible.

"Fuck, baby. I'm gonna speed it up a little, that okay?" Kenny asked, rising from the bed to stand towered above you, you hummed in response, that being all the conformation he needed, his hands groping your hair, tugging your head back and forward a bit quicker than you were going, your hands placed on his thighs to steady yourself as he began fucking your face, the moans slipping from his lips.

Then Kenny moved away from you, a smirk on his face.

"Get on the bed, Princess, let me fuck you like a whore." And his wish was your command, you quickly sat on the edge of the bed, awaiting his instructions.

He sat down next to you, pulling you on top of his lap as he gripped the base of his cock, a groan and a gasp escaping both of you as you began to sink down on his cock.

"K-Kenny." Your moans were breathy, and Kenny swore he'd never heard a better noise in all his life, he loved knowing that he could pleasure you, that he was the one who made you moan that way.

You were fully seated on his lap, his cock buried within you as you began to slowly ride him, your arms wrapped round his neck, his hands on your hips, his nails digging into your soft skin.

"Show me how much you love riding me. How much you enjoy taking me." And you were happy to oblige. You were riding him as best as you could, his own hips now moving to meet yours in perfect sync, pushing himself in harder, faster.

"Fuck, Kenny!" You moaned as he landed a hard spark on your ass, greedily kneading your ass cheek as he continued to plough his way into you.

"K-Ken, getting close." Was all you managed to pant out, your moans loud, your hands tugging at Kenny's hair, making him moan too in response.

"Me too, baby. We'll cum together, okay?" He managed, moans of your name escaping his parted lips.

You were both close, as Kenny flipped you over, you were on all fours, your face buried in the soft sheets as he slammed harder and faster into you, spanking your ass harder this time.

"I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me, slut." Kenny whispered, feeling your walls tightening around his cock which was beginning to twitch.

You came hard, and you swore you seen stars, you moaned Kenny's name as if his he was a god that you were praising to in the most sinful way imaginable.

"F-Fuck, y/n!" And with that Kenny's thrusts became sloppy as he pushed in deeply once more, his load painting your insides as he came with a long moan of your name.

He pulled out, panting as he lay beside you, pressing gentle kisses all over your face, before kissing you gently, lovingly.

"That was fucking incredible." You whispered, a smile on both your faces as you both gasped for air, your heartbeats beginning to slow.

"I love you, y/n."

"I love you too, Kenny."

And with that you both lay together, arms and legs wrapped round one another.

"I'm gonna jump in the shower, is that okay babe?" You asked Kenny, his grip on you tightening.

"You know, we could always shower together, saving water, helping the planet, I mean, it's our duty to protect it." He flirted, as he hit him playfully on the chest.

"We're only done fucking and you already want a round two?" You giggled, placing a kiss on your boyfriends lips, both of you smiling against each others lips.

"Babe, if I could be inside you all day, everyday, I would be! Is that even a question?" He teased further, both his hands coming up to grab your breasts, one in each hand as he hummed contentedly.

"You having fun?" You giggled, a blush on your cheeks at the attention he was giving you.

"Hmm, you know it, baby. Now hurry up and get into that shower, I'll remind you what it's like when I take you to orgasm more than once. I reckon you could handle another few, couldn't you?"

"Yes, Kenny." You replied, your cheeks scarlet red as he got up, slapping you on the ass.

"Now get in there so we can be dirty while we get clean."

And who were you to say no to your man?

[yjhariani]

After Price almost TPK-ed them, they decided to get a new DM.

"Soap, we're back to you at the top of the initiative, whatcha gonna do?" you asked.

"Okay," Soap said as he rubbed his hands together. "What sex is the dragon?"

For a brief second, the table was quiet.

"Excuse me?" you questioned, both offended and amused at the same time.

"I mean, you've been using he/him pronouns, but I don't know if he's a female or a male," Soap explained.

You only looked at him for a second, before swiping the table to see the other players.

"Are you trying to do what I think you're gonna try to do?" you questioned.

"Which is… what?" Soap replied, hiding his mischievous thoughts but not his smile.

"If you're trying to attack this dragon in the crotch or in the tits, it's gonna be with disadvantage, especially that you're standing behind him," you stated.

"Oh, Jesus," Price sighed, shaking his head.

At the same time, Gaz started wheezing.

"I'll give it a go," Soap insisted. "So, what is he?"

"He's a male. With a cock the size of a rocket launcher, resting," you sighed.

"Yeah, so I'll lightning bolt him on the crotch," Soap said.

"Fine! Do it with disadvantage," you said.

"How close to dying is this dragon?" Ghost asked.

"Very close, my friends," you answered.

"If Soap's killing him with a final blow to the crotch it'd be a little entertaining," Ghost persuaded.

"Well, I bet," you scoffed. "We don't know if he's going to be able to, though. He's been rolling shit after he rolled that nat 20 on the initiative. He's also standing behind this dragon."

"Now that you said that, watch him roll super well," Gaz chuckled, putting a dice tray in the middle of the table.

"If I roll two natural 20s, you owe me a drink," Soap said, now rubbing his hands together with two dice in between his palms.

"Sure. If I owe you a drink, it's Ghost's money anyway," you nodded.

You looked over at Ghost and saw him looking at you with his eyes telling you, 'What the fuck?'. You could not help, but gave him an apologetic yet mischievous smile.

With that, Soap rolled his dice. The clanking sound of resin hitting wood was the only thing heard around the table until the dice landed.

Gaz was the first to make a sound and he was wheezing. Soap laughed as if he was the villain in this case. Ghost tapped the table twice in support of his friend. The captain let out lazy scoffs of laughs.

The chances were not a big one to roll the same number on twenty sided dice. However, Soap did and it was on the biggest number.

"You're telling me that I made this cool-ass dragon and you're going to kill him by shooting lightning into his dick?" you chuckled.

"Hell yeah!" Soap excitedly said.

"Okay, you hit. I did say that he's very close to dying and there's no way that your damage isn't going to kill him, so how do you wanna do this?" you proceeded.

"Ah, well done," Price commented.

"Yes!" Gaz cheered.

"This is going to be the best kill in our gameplay ever," Soap stated.

The whole table looked at Soap.

"I'm standing behind this guy. I shot my lightning bolt from the back of his dick so it looks like he's ejaculating lightning for a moment," Soap explained between laughter.

Soap was not the only one laughing. Even Ghost let out an amused scoff.

"I don't know if it's a thing I could do, but what actually happen is the lightning gets into his bloodstream and it's striking his whole body like he's having nerve damage," Soap continued. "Then, his cock fell off."

"No!" Ghost said. "I am underneath him."

"I will allow it," you said to Soap before turning to Ghost. "The dragon's dick fell on you."

"Fuck you," Ghost stated.

"So, is Simon going to take dragon dick damage?" Price questioned.

By now, Gaz had attached himself to the table due to laughing so hard. Soap was wiping tears off the corner of his eyes.

"I'm at two hit points," Ghost informed.

You rolled a four sided die into the tray that Gaz placed in the middle of the table anyway. It landed on a one.

"Take one point of dick damage," you stated.

"No, I won't," Ghost said.

"Do you want me to make Soap roll the lightning bolt damage instead?" you challenged.

Ghost only looked at you without saying anything verbally. His eyes on the other hand, looked to be giving you a warning that if you did something that cruel, he would punch something into the walls.

"Take the dick damage, Simon," Price teased.

"Hold on, doesn't the dick still have lightning?" Soap brought up.

"No! Shut the fuck up!" Ghost protested.

You chuckled.

"You killed me in the last campaign! It's only fair I kill you in this one," Soap yelled.

"Just take the win, Soap, he's taking dick damage," Price said.

[jungle-angel]

The Weight Game (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Your boys need some help and thank God for Rhett and his strange ideas

Warnings: Breastfeeding, mentions of birth, mentions of pregnancy etc.

"Alright little guy," Rhett said, carefully removing Tanner's carseat from the back of the truck. "You're up first."

Rhett zipped up the cloth canopy shield on Tanner's carseat before carrying him across the snowy parking lot and into the walk-in clinic. As soon as he had checked in and waited for what felt like forever, Rhett was called in by the nurse.

"Alright Rhett, what brings ye in now?" asked Maryetta Maguire, the quick-witted Scotch-Irish nurse.

"M'boys just need to get looked at, that's all," he replied.

"Ah lemme guess," Maryetta said. "(Y/N) had a home-birth?"

"Yep," Rhett replied. "Twin boys born Thursday night."

"Aye and the seventh o' December no doubt," Maryetta answered as Rhett very carefully removed Tanner from the carseat. "Looks like yer mum's handwork too, I'd say."

"Yeah and I helped catch'em both on the way out," Rhett chuckled.

Very carefully he placed Tanner on the exam table so Maryetta could have a look at him, the little one wriggling and waking just a little as she unbuttoned the front of Tanner's little blue pjs. Rhett gently stroked his son's hair as the nurse listened to Tanner's heart and lungs.

"Aw m'goodness, strong like his daddy ain't he?" Maryetta chuckled.

Rhett couldn't help but laugh.

Everything had gone well including his shots but it took Rhett everything in his power not to cry as Tanner howled from the needle-prick. As soon as he had calmed down, the nurse took his weight but that was where she had looked a little concerned.

"Definitely a bit underweight," she noted. "Has Cecelia got their birth weights recorded?"

"Yeah she wrote it down as soon as they were born," Rhett answered.

"Well," Maryetta replied. "As soon as I see the other one, I'll tell ye what the best bet is."

As soon as everything had been completed, Rhett loaded Tanner up into the truck and headed for home. Sure enough, when he had brought Tatum the next day, the same thing was found.

"I don't get it," Rhett said as he helped both boys latch onto you to feed. "These two are attached to your boobies every two hours and suckin back milk like it's goin outta style."

"Yeah you would think they'd be at least twenty pounds by now," you laughed.

Rhett scratched his head. "I dunno (y/n), we've gotta think of something," he said.

"Rhett," you told him. "They'll get there, it's just gonna take time."

You and Rhett watched the boys but still, they didn't put on any weight at all. Even Cecelia had grown a little concerned the more she watched them.

"Not sure what else we can do Ma," Rhett said as he dragged the newly cut Christmas tree up the back steps through the snow.

"I dunno either sweetie," she said. "If they were big enough I'd just as sooner have'em go out to the barn and get the milk right from the cow."

Rhett scrunched his eyebrows together. "Wait say that again?"

"I said I'd just as sooner have'em go to the barn and get the milk straight from the cow," Cecelia repeated.

"Ok one more time, but slower."

"Rhett James!" Cecelia barked.

Rhett laughed which earned him a sound smack on the shoulder from his mother.

"No in all seriousness though Ma, remember when (y/n) and I brought Amy home after she was born?" he asked.

"Yeah why?"

"She didn't gain an ounce even while (y/n) was on the meds that were able to let her feed," Rhett explained.

"What's your point Rhett?" Cecelia asked him.

"The point is," Rhett told her. "We gave her the cow milk along with it and BOOM! She shoots up like a weed."

Cecelia's eyes went a little wide, her eyebrows raising at her son's idea. "Well," she said. "I always told your father, there's no use in an experiment if we don't try."

And Rhett did exactly that. As soon as the Christmas tree had been brought into the house and Royal and Cecelia were standing it up in the living room, he grabbed a clean bucket and went straight to the barn to milk Abigail.

Rhett sang to himself while he worked away in the chilly barn, reminding himself that later in the night, the woodstove would need to be lit. Abigail's two little calves wandered over to sniff at Rhett, their black and white hides soft as ever as he kissed their heads and scratched their ears.

Back into the house he went with the full milk bucket, dumping it in a large pot that Cecelia typically saved for corn and potatoes. He let it boil for a good half hour before dumping the contents into several gallon jugs and just a little bit into two bottles for Tatum and Tanner.

"Alright darlin," Rhett said when he entered your shared bedroom. "Either of'em hungry?"

"Tatum is," you answered, tucking Tanner back into the crib at the foot of your bed.

Rhett took Tatum and sat with him in the rocker, the tiny little one sucking back the milk as though he hadn't eaten in forever. You couldn't help but blush when you saw the soft smile on Rhett's face, a flush of heat running all through your body as he gently fed the tiny little baby that was so near and dear to you both.

Sure enough, just a few days before Christmas, the boys slowly, but surely, get to where they need to be and you and Rhett couldn't have been prouder that your hard work and a little experiment finally paid off.

[justimagineok]

2:30 series - there for you || part 2

series masterlist

Summary: One too sure, the other not that much. One focused on the present, the other too stuck on the past and afraid of the future. Both of them in love with each other.

warnings: I don't even know at this point

A/N: hi there 😊 as always: feedback is always appreciated! 🥰 feel free to reblog, comment or send me an ask at anytime 😊 

Jungkook opened his eyes with difficulty and wondered at the bright light that fell directly on his face. Where was he? He couldn't remember there being such bright light at his home. Was he at his parents' house? Why was he lying down in the middle of the day? And where did you go?

'Did I drink something? I don't remember drinking anything. '

'If this is a prank of Junghyun, I'm gonna kick his ass...' and why does my body hurt so much? I bet I fell asleep on my mom's couch again. '

His eyes searched the room, but his vision was still blurry, so he could only make out a few figures around him.

"There you are." Jungkook moved his head to see who was talking, but he couldn't really see anything yet. "Welcome back, JK." It was Namjoon's voice.

"Hyung?" he tried his voice for the first time.

"Yeah. We're all here. ", Namjoon looked behind him, all the members placed around the room, crying and smiling at the maknae. Jungkook closed his eyes and tried to avoid the light.

"Somebody turn it off" asked Namjoon, and Yoongi promptly did. The room was much darker now, but the emergency lights were still on. Jungkook opened his eyes again and could now see much better.

"What am I doing here? What's going on?" he searched the room again. The last thing he remembered was driving on the highway looking for you. Did you say you still loved him, or was it a dream?

"There was an accident, JK. Your car skidded across the highway ... you ... well...  we thought we lost you. ", Namjoon grumbled, trying not to cry.

Jungkook raised his eyebrows and tried to make sense of it all. He remembered. The party, the slippery road... his mother had told him to be careful... Did he find you? And why did his face hurt so much? He tried to get up, but he didn't have the strength.

"Where's YN? " He searched the room looking for you again, but you weren't there. Did you know he was there? Did you know about the accident?

"Kook?" he heard your voice from outside the room as you ran in, Jimin right behind you. Jungkook's eyes filled with tears and he reached out his hands calling for you. "You're here."

You went to him and gently held his hand, careful with the intraveolus attached to it.

"Of course I'm here. Where else would I be?"Jungkook nodded and held back his tears. He wanted to cry like a baby. Cry because he was confused. Cry because he was in pain and because his face hurt. Cry because the stabbing pain in his legs wouldn't stop. But he didn't cry, at least not yet. Despite the horrible pain in his face, Jungkook smiled as best he could, thanked the members, and even joked about not coming to practice for a few months. But you could see right through him. Jungkook avoided your glances as he smiled sweetly at the members, and even when his parents arrived, Jungkook assured them that he was fine. That he was there.

But you could see him. You could see him very well. So you dried your eyes  and put on your brave face. If Jungkook needed a fortress, you'll be that for him.

After the members said goodbye and assured him that they'd come to see him every day, you stayed with his parents and watched him.

"Hey, don't make such a worried face. I'm not dying, okay?" smiles Jungkook as he looks at the doctor for confirmation, which makes him laugh as well. "I'm not dying, right, doctor?"

"YAH!", his mother went to smack him out of reflex, but she paused. "You almost did, my Kookie !", she says and starts crying. "You scared me so much..."

Jungkook hissed, trying to sit up, but he just couldn't. 'Stupid body'. "C'mon, now... Seeing you so upset over my injuries is not helping me feel better," he reached out his hand to his mother and she took it.

"What do you want me to do, my Kookie? You're my son, my life... of course I'm going to be upset!", she held his hand in front of her face.

"I'm gonna be fine in no time, mom. You don't have to worry, okay? You too, dad. I'm gonna be fine." His father nodded from across the room, holding back tears. After a while, Jungkook drifted off, feeling the weight of the painkillers. His parents sat on one of the sofas in the large room while you sat next to Jungkook and watched him sleep.

"I'd like to stay here with him if you'll let me," you asked his parents.

"Oh, sweetie, you really don't have to. I'll stay here with him," his mother assured you.

"Then I'll just stay outside the room, if you don't mind," you asked again, looking into his peaceful face. "I don't want to leave him alone, Mrs. Jeon."

His mother nodded in understanding.

The three of you stayed with Jungkook until his father told him that he was going to get something to eat for you and his wife. Jungkook woke up in the meantime, scanning the room again, trying to remember where he was, just to recall everything once more. His eyes filled with tears, but he kept them closed, still pretending to be asleep.

"YN?" he called out, reaching out his hand to look at you.

"I'm here, Kook," you gently held his hand, careful not to touch the IV. Jungkook hummed, feeling your warm hand on his. "Don't leave" he asked, squeezing your hand. You could see the tear falling through his eyes, but you didn't say a thing. "I won't. I promise you I won't."

You and Jungkook's parents spent the rest of the night checking on him, and the nurses made sure he was okay. Jungkook was awake, but he kept his eyes closed, just holding your hand and stroking it to make sure you were with him. To make sure he wasn't alone. After some time, his mother excused herself to eat something along with Mr. Jeon, and you stayed with Jungkook. After his parents left, he opened his eyes, blinked rapidly, trying to hold back his tears while looking at his hand.

"Jungkook," you called his name, but he continued to stare at his hands. You could see his lips trembling.

"Hm?"

"Look at me," you gently squeeze his hand, trying to get his attention until he does. "You don't have to bear the weight of anything by yourself, Kook. Do you understand me? I know what it's like to be forced to go it alone. I don't want you to feel that way. You are not alone." Jungkook nodded and let go of your hand to cover his face.

"I don't want them to see me like this," he finally confessed, and began to sob uncontrollably. "I'm in so much pain, YN." cried Jungkook, and you stood up and let him rest his face against your body. You'd never judge him. You'd understand. You always did. Jungkook always had so much trust in you from the day he met you at the airport. The way you worried about him being discovered by fans and literally pushed him away from you when you saw who he was, the way you listened to everything he had to say and always paid attention even if it was something so trivial and stupid that he didn't think twice about it after talking to you. The way you always noticed when he didn't like something or didn't like going somewhere, because you usually felt the same way. You two were so similar and so different at the same time. But you were always there for each other. No matter what.

"We will get through this, Kook. We'll get through it together, okay?" you assure him, gently stroking his hair. "I know you're hurting, and I can't fix that. But I can refuse to let you hurt alone, Kook."

Jungkook nodded. "What am I gonna do? What am I supposed to do if I don't get better? I don't want them to feel sorry for me, I don't want to worry them, you kn-" He paused and winced, and you were about to say something again when his mother returned, Jungkook quickly dried his eyes before closing them again.

"My Kookie? Are you crying?", his mother placed her bag on the couch, walking to him. "Oh my baby... don't cry.", she stroked his hair with love as you moved out of the way. "I'm gonna be here with you through it all, okay? I'll take care of you."

Jungkook denied with his head, opening his eyes, a hiccup leaving his mouth from his previous crying.  "Can you stay?", he asks you shyly, and you looked at his mother who was just as confused as you were. You'd stay, that wasn't up for debate, but you were ready to get yourself comfortable out of his room, since you knew his mother would never leave him. You understood that.

"Of course I can.", you  assured him as you looked at his mother.

"You really don't want me to stay my Kookie?", his mother tried to hide her sadness, but failed.

"I need you to take care of yourself and dad, mom. I swear I'll be okay... and besides... YN is here.", he looks at you waiting for confirmation and you nodded quickly.

His mother reluctantly agreed and moved to you, holding both of your hands.

"Promise you'll call me frequently. Any news, anything. Promise you'll let me know. No matter what that Mrs. Bang says, Jungkookie is my son and we're his parents. We need to know. I need to know.", she looked at you serious, waiting for your response.

"I promise."

"And promise you won't leave my Kookie alone.", she looks at him and then at you. "Promise me."

"I promise I won't."

part 3

[cicerenella]

It is I! I'm back with another silly ask.

So let's say Italy (both of them) is inviting other nations for the most important part of Italian Christmas celebrations: il cenone di Natale. Which of the bros do you think would personally invite which other nations, and which roles do you think they partake in for the preparations?

Personally, I think that they both start cooking together and both make... A Lot, but then Feli would go off and like. Set the table and clean the rest of the house while Roma does his cooking (he kicked him out of the kitchen because they were bickering again)(it happened to me I swear).

And also which of them gets drunk first?

- greetings from the cat that's currently laying on me preventing me from working.

HI SATURNNN first of all thanks for all the reblogs!! they're hilarious and I love to read your opinions! and now, you asked a very interesting question here ;)

Christmas is like the no.1 italian festivity. A chance for all the family to gather and of course, the infamous dinner and following game of tombola... And the Italy Brothers take it very seriously.

The dinner takes place in Feli's second house in Tuscany, since the house is spacious for all the people they (Veneziano) invite. In particular, Feli is very attached to decorating the house and making it look presentable, since every year he wants to celebrate with all his nation friends lol.

Some days before Christmas, Romano travels up to said house to help his bro organise. And you bet your sweet ass he's gonna take with him ALL the pots and pans he could humanely fit in his (multiple) luggages.

he's very dedicated to the cooking part

and contrary to his brother, Romano doesn't want to invite many people. He often times just wants to have his loved ones around during christmas.

That being said, Spain, Greece (even though he's orthodox he doesn't skip the invitation from his cousins!) and Portugal are his only tolerable ones.

Feli on the other hand just invites a shit ton of people LMAOO he likes to expand the invite to everyone

that is the source of many arguments, with romano claiming he doesn't want any "crucco infame" on Christmas Dinner (you bet he's gonna cook for everyone anyways)

but otherwise there's a lot of screaming in that house anyways during the whole ordeal that is Christmas preparations

Romano basically owns the kitchen. Feli tries to help but he doesn't have time nor the patience to look after SO MUCH STUFF-- HOLY SHIT ROMANO STOP

struffoli, capitone, cotechino, fried baccalà...

feli audibly gasps when romano kills a live capitone in his otherwise immaculate kitchen counter AHAHAH

so he resorts to clean and decorate the rest of his house! he has a lot of vintage decorations that he adores and always puts up

and buy a shit ton of pandoros, like industrial quantity

oh and THE ALCOHOL

God they both bring so much alcohol

Romano has brought with him limoncello, meloncello, and 5 more varieties of amaretti

while Feli has brought from his apartment in milan ALL of his grappa variations

you know they're gonna get shitfaced after the dinner

adding that Romano absolutely wants to make the presepe. with the help of feli, he made some pretty good statuines! (the San Gregorio Armeno tradition is strong)

that's the only moment they actually get along <///3

through sweat and shouts they always gather things up before the 24th morning

the place looks absolutely beautiful...but don't enter the kitchen, it's like a war broke out inside that room

they probably play the sickest games of briscola/scopa the morning of the 24th while waiting for anyone to come

munching on the pandoros that feli bought

"Bastardo! I saw you hiding that sette bello!"

"You're just making up things cause you suck!"

ya in the end they have fun

...probably

(Oh shit, forgot to answer which one would get drunk first. uuuuh probably romano, cause feli is a sponge when it comes to alcohol. true venetian here.)

[2darklymelanatedstories]

One of my all time favourite stories

Sharp Shooter (ft Beerus)

A sharp shooter

My hearts ruler

Sniper on the roof

I'll make love to you

•••

Its Valentines Day, the day every planet celebrates. The day for love, revealing your feelings, making single people feel bad, putting pressure on people in relationships and wasting money on things your partner will probably never use again.

Whis' left for planet Earth to go to the Love festival. I rejected the invite, I hated this holiday and Whis knew why though still tried to get me to go with him but he eventually gave up.

I sat on the stump of a purple tree with my legs crossed, eating some Valentines chocolates carved in my liking that Bulma had the top chocolatiers make. I hated the holiday but I loved the gifts. If only I could rub these chocolates in Champa's face. I bet no one got him something like this.

In the middle of my snacking I felt a presence. My eyes scanned the area, nothing but flowers, trees and a river.

I shrugged it off and resumed snacking. Thank you Bulma for the huge box.

I felt it again. Something was coming towards me. Without even a blink, my quick reflexes caught a golden arrow.

"There's a note."

"A sharp shooter

Your hearts ruler♡♡♡ "

"What?",I questioned to myself. I immediately had no idea what to think of it.

I closed the large, heart-shaped box of chocolates and placed the arrow under the red bow on the box. I jumped off the stump then scanned my surroundings once again. Thanks to my adorable, big ears. I heard someone from behind.

"I know you're there, I can hear you breathing. Show yourself."

For some reason I couldn't sense their energy. Unlike mortals, Gods can sense energy and power even if they hide it. I glanced at the box in my hand and noticed the arrow was no longer there. It vanished.

"Alright, I haven't got the time nor the patience for this. Get out here now!"

I felt a huge gush of wind and saw a blur speed past me. My hands felt empty. I glanced down again to find my box gone, that aggravated me. You can shoot arrows at me but no ones steals Lord Beerus' food and gets away with it.

"All right enough!!" I yelled as a dark purple aura surrounded me. "That's it, it's bad enough you're trespassing but now you've stolen a delicacy from my bare hands."

I suddenly felt someone's energy, not far from where I am. I toothy grin appeared on my face.

"Oh, I'm gonna enjoy watching you bleed after what you've done."

I flew in the direction of that...strangely familiar energy. I was so aggravated that I didn't even think logically that it could be a trap.

I ended up at my palace. I searched all the rooms till I came to mine. The door was open, which was weird because I never leave it open.

I opened the door as the creak echoed in the giant room. I entered and as soon my tail made it in, the door slammed closed. I quickly turned around and saw an arrow on the door with another note attached.

"This isn't what I pictured, hey

You're in the dark with me eh..."

As soon as I read that, the lights went out. The golden arrow started glowing and bright, golden ink appeared on the paper.

"And I can't see clearly they

Say you have nothing else to offer me babe

As the lighting beams

My heart goes dim"

I formed a small ball of light in the palm of my hand.

"Who the hell is this...and why the f**k does all this feel familiar!?",I questioned, feeling frustrated as I tried to think of who this trespasser could be.

I felt something warm. I touched my face but there was nothing on it. I opened my eyes to see a small beam of light shining from the top of the room. I made a bigger ball to shine more light into the dark room before finding and climbing the transparent steps that lead to my bed. I couldn't risk flying and hitting one of my atomic hourglasses. To be honest this chase was getting interesting.

Once I made it I saw a some red and white petals on my bed forming a heart. This isn't creepy at all. I felt something brush up on my shoulder. I glanced up to see some sort of fabric hanging from the wall as something blew making it gracefully flutter in the air.

Grabbing the fabric, I quickly realized it was my giant curtains and pulled them apart, letting the sunlight hit my face and bring light to the once dark room.

"As the lighting beams, my heart goes dim."I said to myself, thinking about what was written in the golden ink.

As I flew out the open window and heard something snap, I quickly turned around to see another arrow coming towards me. I caught it effortlessly. If only my reflexes could react that way whenever Bulma was about to hit me on the head.

I sighed at the number of times that woman has hit me on the head. Shaking the thoughts of the Saiyans wife I took another note from the arrow. On it read,

"A sharp shooter

Your hearts ruler

Sniper on the roof

I'll make love to you."

"Sniper on the roof? Oh great, a psycho hitman wants to rape me on my roof.",I sighed before chuckling at my statement.

I flew to the top of my tree-like mansion. Once my feet touched the surface I stood still and tried to listen for anyone.

Nothing.

There's no one here. I can't believe that pervert stood me up. The sound of light, sweet chirps brough me from my thoughts. I beautiful white bird landed on one of the giant branches. Wait--a dove!? I thought I killed all of them on this planet. They're rare to find but apparently on Earth they're everywhere.

It flew away and I decided to follow it because of my annoying cat instincts, plus I was hungry as fxck and I'd eat anything right then. Sure we had food in the kitchen but who has time to cook at that time with a perverted Sniper on the loose.

That dove was surprisingly fast but I managed to follow it to a large tree. To my surprise there was a golden dagger lodged in the tree that pinned another note to it. I took a closer look and saw that it was a Wanted Poster with my face on it.

"Now I'm concerned."I said as I slid it off the dagger, forming a rip in the paper.

At the bottom corner was written:

"Turn page."

I did what the mysterious ink told me, at the back of the Wanted Poster was more weird writing.

"There's a sniper on the loose

A head hunter on the move

There's a bounty out on you

I'm certain of that move

They catch me

I will lose

Can't go back there"

"There's a bounty out on me? Wait, maybe Champa and the other God's are plotting to kill me again.",I contemplated. "No probably not but if Champa is in on it then it's highly possible."

Plus this person is witty, sly, poetic and artistic. I feel like I need to remember something but it was completely wiped from my brain. I grabbed the dagger from the tree and felt it in my hands, feeling the carved design against my fingers. I figured I'd need it for something.

"Hmm, all this mystery is making me hungry, I'm gonna eat. Can't kill trespassers on an empty stomach."

I strolled into my kitchen and made myself a bowl instant Ramen. I sat at the island and enjoyed my food while trying to think about what that last note meant.

"They catch me, I will lose. Can't go back there. Can't go back where?"

Luckily I was stress eating so I didn't get frustrated and blow something up. After eating I kinda felt sleepy but I didn't wanna sleep in that creeps heart trap until I killed them and used their lifeless body as a pillow.

I mean come on, the jerk stole my chocolate.

I decided to go to the Oracle Fish to find out more about this trespasser but when I reached his pool room he was no where to be found.

"Hey Oracle!"I yelled but nothing except silence answered.

"They took the fish. This person is clever. Definitely not Champa."

I saw something glowing in the water, I assumed it was another one of their notes so jumped in. The Oracle's pool was beautifully designed and decorated by Whis. It had a real ocean vibe. I swam till I found a small gold and white chest with a heart-shaped lock.

I took it before swimming back up to the surface. I swam to the edge of the pool and placed the chest on the tiling. I tried to zap the chest open with my finger but it didn't budge. Next I tried using my strength to break it open but it stayed intact. It's like it was made by a God. Nothing can survive a destroyers attack.

"Hmm, so it is really another God. For a second I thought it was Whis and Goku playing a stupid game."

I got out of the water and decided to try something. I took the golden pocket dagger from my pocket and placed it in the slot of the lock. Guess what...it didn't work. I was about to give up and lose it till I realised that maybe I need to turn it. So I did. I turned it to the left and surprise, surprise. It worked.

"Good job, me."

I opened it to find one of Whis' paint brushes. He found painting interesting ever since Bulma introduced him to dead artists like Picasso and Da Vinci. Those are the only two I bothered to hear before I took a bite of pancakes and transported to another dimension.

"I got myself wet for a paintbrush."

Then I realised...the garden. Whis loved to practice there. I rushed over to the garden and found a canvas and a isle in the middle of the garden which wasn't weird since Whis always leaves his art there.

I saw the same dove from before land on top of the canvas. I crept over there, trying not to chase the bird away...not because I wanted to eat it but because I wanted answers.

I was just about to pounce on it when it vanished, just like that.

"What the?"I questioned before viewing the other side of the canvas. A beautiful painting of me bending over and kissing a woman with light skin, though I couldn't see her face properly but I knew I've seen her before. We both had blindfolds on for some reason and her golden hair covered her naked breasts. Wow. So beautiful.

There was something written on the top, left corner.

"This isn't what I pictured babe

I didn't bring myself to wander alone

It should have been you all along

But in our age

People don't understand

Unconditional love"

I reached out to touch the painting and once I did, the painting changed. It showed the woman again but this time she hung her head so I couldn't see her face. She wore a crown of thorns and dark red roses and a beautiful wedding dress. She held out what appeared to be a real heart in her hands.

I don't know why but I found it attractive.

I jumped when I saw the heart move, it started beating three times before writing appeared on it.

"For better or worse

Or until one decides

It's the bittersweet end

Of the days of you and I

This thinking there's no way out."

I sighed,"Oh, Cupid, you're playing games with my heart." I gasped at my statement, it hit me, I realised that I've seen all this before.

"A sharp shooter

My heart's ruler

Sniper on the roof

I'll make love to you."I said aloud. That's when I decided to go back to the roof.

I grabbed a black rose from the garden. I don't know why but I felt like should, that it'd be appropriate.

I landed at on the purple surface covered in white, yellow and lavender flowers. I saw a figure sitting on the edge. As I crept closer to the figure, I heard a tune.

"A sharp shooter

My heart's ruler

Sniper on the roof

I'll make love to you."

"Sniper on the roof

I'll make love to you"

"Sniper on the roof

I'll make love to you."

"A sharp shooter

My heart's ruler

Sniper on the roof

I'll make love to you"

I found myself singing along until I spotted her with her back facing me. She had the same golden hair as the woman in the painting, wearing a crown of roses on her head, a white and gold dress with what appeared to be almost the same chest piece as mine. I immediately recognised her.

I placed the black rose behind her ear then leaned over, moving one of her golden streaks behind the other ear with the dagger.

"Hello, Aphrodite."

"Lord Beerus. Did you miss me?" She glanced over at me and grinned. Aphrodite, the Goddess of love, the reason for Valentines, the only reason I love the holiday. Would've loved it more if mortals dedicated it to her and not a false image of love.

"Yes but I miss my chocolates more."I said. She got up and turned to me with her hands behind her back. I stared at the beauty in front of me. Her long skirt, slit in the side showed off her firm thighs. A red floral belt matched the roses in her hair. Her chest piece red, with gold roses that matched her golden heels. She loved this look. But don't let her looks fool you. She may look like delicate flower but she can be dark and cut you like a thorn. Cupid is the nickname I gave her but as usual, mortals ruined that too. So I refrain from using it and only do to merely annoy the angelic devil.

She tilted her head and stared at me with her emerald eyes before handing me a heart shaped box.

"Oh, speaking of which, I got this for you."

I took it from her as my eyes slit. "This is the chocolate that was stolen from me. The ones I wanted."

A short cold, laugh escaped her pink lips. "Well I do give the best gifts."

I rolled my eyes before opening it and taking a bite of one.

"What, nothing for me?",she pouted. I chuckled and before she knew it, I had stuffed a chocolate in her mouth.

"I don't usually like to share but you, I can make an exception." I smirked. She slowly licked her lips, wiping away any melted chocolate from those soft, sweet, plum things.

"Mmm, delicious."

"Well it is me, after all."

She came closer and wrapped one arm around me. One of her hands trailed down to mine and snatched the dagger before I even reakised it was in my hand. She slowly placed it on the side of my neck with her free hand and gave me a wink. "Did you like my little game?"

"Yes because love playing your games.",I replied in a sarcastic tone. She moved her head closer to mine, our lips almost touching. "And I don't even get a little smooch for my hard work?"

"So you trespassed on my private property, stole my chocolate, waltzed into my home without any permission, kidnapped the Oracle plus you're holding a knife to my throat and you still expect me to kiss you?"

She giggled. "Oh, Beerus, you make it sound so bad but yes it's the least you could do."she said before licking my bottom lip. "I know you get bored easily, so I decided to keep you busy."

I dropped the box on the floor, not really caring if some chocolate landed on the floor at the moment. I placed my hand on her cheeks and pressed my lips against hers. Her lips parted slightly allowing me to slip my tongue in and taste her very godly being. My hands trailed down to her waist as I felt her tongue glide against my fangs. My hands got hold of her ass as I pulled her closer to my body forcefully resulting a soft moan escaping her lips. God, how I loved it. My claws got hold of her skirt, almost ripping it off as she deepened the kiss and our tongues pressed together in an intense open mouth kiss only we could manoeuvre in such a way.

I broke the kiss but that didn't mean I was done with her. No. I was going to make her pay by having her at my mercy, begging for more. The look in her eyes told me that she wasn't done with her little game either.

"Though next time if you want my attention don't make me go on mysterious chases.",I said with a smirk.

She gave me a playful glare. "No promises."she said circling my chest with her finger. "It was nice seeing your body all wet like that when you got out of the pool.

"What a pervert."

•••

As spider survives

You'll lay your hand on mine

Heartbeat in golden chime

True love can stand the test of time

•••

Inspired by the song:

Sharp Shooter

By

Lady Zamar♡♡♡

[sexymilfwitch]

You choose: B. First Date

Friday night, you have a date with a girl from college. She was an award-winning athlete and the star of most teams on campus. She was a womanizer, there were always rumors of different girls leaving her dorm. There was even a bet on who would be her next victim. You still remembered the first time you spoke to her. You were late for class, walking as fast as you could when in the middle of the way a brunette was bent down tying her shoes, and with several bags occupying the entire corridor. You with all possible education asked.

“Would you excuse me halfway? It's taking up the whole hallway and I need to get through."

The brunette gets up, she had a charming look and an incredible perfume. She looks you up and down smiling before holding out her hand.

“Hi I'm Kate Bishop, I'm moving into the next dorm.”

You knew very well who she was, just as you knew she was moving out on a petition since her dates tended to keep the whole building awake and that was the kind of drama you didn't need.

“Nice Kate Bishop, now you may excuse me.”

She takes a step to the side and you hurried past while Kate gave a malicious smile, she had already decided that you would be her next conquest. But her plans were thwarted. No matter what she does, you didn't fall for her charms. She tried to win you over with gifts, inviting you places, and once she even knocked on your door in just her bra and panties asking if you had sugar to lend her. Close to her, you looked bored but when she walked away you couldn't resist smiling for the biggest womanizer in college now looking at you with puppy dog eyes. In the beginning, she still met one and another girl until she realized that she didn't want any of them, she wanted you and only you. In a moment of desperation, she knocks on your door, and as soon as you open it she asks you.

“What do I have to do for you to go on a date with me?”

It had been a while since you decided to give her a chance but it was so much fun watching her try to win you over that you had decided to wait for her to have the courage to ask you in the right way.

“Asking me on a date is a good way.”

The blue-eyed brunette looked at you open-mouthed and speechless, pausing for a moment before stalling with her words.

“Well… yeah… in that case… would you go on a date with me?”

“Sure, Friday night, 7 pm, you pick me up, wear something nice.”

You reply excitedly before closing the door, just for the small sadistic pleasure of knowing that Kate was in shock on the other side of the door. And that's how you set up your first date. Now you were deciding which outfit you should wear. You wanted this date to be perfect. Despite all the seduction games with Kate, you liked her, you knew that underneath the womanizing and extra confident appearance, there was a sweet and gentle girl who was afraid to get attached and end up getting hurt. It's that girl you were going on a date with tonight, so you wanted it to work out. Kate deserved the best and you would make sure she got it. After analyzing you finally decided which outfit to wear.

Choice time. What clothes are you going to wear and what are you going to do on this date?

A. Casual wear, you are going to go out and watch a movie. B. Fancy clothes, you are going to dinner at an expensive restaurant. C. Pajamas, you're going to have a cozy night in the dorm. D. Sportswear, Kate is going to take her to an axe-throwing place.

AHHHH katie!!! ummm as fun as D would be i think i’m gonna have to choose B!!

[roopnavarro]

Villains from Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga

These are some of the guys that are playing the villains in Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga. Not in costume, but here's a glimpse of what the actors look like.

place your bets now on which ones you're gonna get attached to

[aquaticsoul]

@dragontamer05 submitted:

⏰*

Memories || ACCEPTING

"Sydän, can you please help me?" he asks, to which his twin only sips her tea for an excruciatingly long moment. But the books are too heavy, and honestly he's not sure how his arms are still attached to his body at this point. It's only a matter of time before he drops them all.

"I've got four words for you," she finally replies, in a tone that doesn't indicate she'll be getting up anytime soon. He groans, leaning backwards in an attempt to keep himself upright just a little longer without dropping the stack.

"Fine, but I bet they won't be helpful."

"I told you so."

Sielu sighs. "I was right. Unhelpful."

"You're the one who picked all those up by yourself. You could have waited for me to be done, like I said, but you don't have enough patience for that-"

Almost proving her point, he refuses to let her finish this lecture. "I'm gonna throw one of these at your head once I find a place to put them down," he grumbles. "Now help me."

[clonesupport]

thank you @sstewyhosseini for tagging me to this little interview game! it was fun hehe

I'm sure this has gone around quite a bit already, I'm late to the party TwT so i tag anyone seeing this and hasn't done it yet and wants to!

finally finished with school and visiting my parents so i now have time😌😌 gonna do this with Marcy cuz she needs more content and she has been plaguing my mind

Name?

(smiling and confident) "Marceline Kelly."

Are you single?

(smugly) "Nope."

Are you happy?

"Depends on what we're talking about. My relationship? Absolutely. My career? Fuck yeah. Happy with the state of this world? That's a whole other story."

Are you angry?

"Sometimes, like doing jobs that goes dirty. But as of right now? Nah, I'm content."

Are your parents still married?

"Oof, if they were still alive I'd place my bets on yes they would be."

Birth place?

"Canada. Vancouver specifically. City 'o glass."

Hair color?

"Turquoise-blue. I'm naturally a dirty blonde though, hella dirty (laughs) almost looks like a light brown sometimes but I swear I was born a blonde."

Eye color?

"They were brown, I've got kiroshis now so platinum on black optics."

Birthday?

(laughs) "April 24th, you don't gotta know the year."

Mood?

"Sexy?"

Gender?

"Cis woman."

Summer or winter?

"Oo winters always and forever, I miss the snowy winters back home."

Morning or afternoon?

"Afternoon baby, that's when I get to have fun."

Day or night?

"Depends, days are nice because I get to spend them with Vik, relax and do whatever I want. Nights I get to perform and feel truly alive, I guess it all comes down to how I'm feeling that day."

=EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE=

Are you in love?

"Absolutely" (smiling endearingly)

Who ended your last relationship?

"Yeesh, I did, and helluva time that was."

Have you ever broken someone's heart?

"Maybe, I don't care to think about it though, it's all in the past now. Besides I don't got time for that, I have someone else in my life that deserves all my time and devotion. Why would I spend it thinking about how I did someone dirty? This is Night City, you're bound to get your heart broken, and a few bones too."

Are you afraid of commitments?

"I used to be, Vik changed that."

Have you hugged someone in the last week?

"Oh yeah lots, Viktor gets all my hugs, he acts like he doesn't have time for them but I know he likes them. Hugged him just ten minutes ago."

Have you ever had a secret admirer?

"In my line of work, I'm sure I've got tons. They can admire all they want, that's all they're ever gonna get, my heart belongs to someone else. (winks)"

Have you ever broken your own heart?

"Aw man, I didn't I ever let myself get too attached to anyone to get my heart broken in love. But through any other means? Definitely."

=SIX CHOICES=

Love or lust?

(smirking) "Why not both.~ Definitely both."

Lemonade or iced tea?

"Oh I love an iced tea."

Cats or dogs?

"I miss dogs, always wanted a bernese mountain dog. But I guess that one random stray cat is all we get now and I'll take any animal I can get, tired of people nowadays."

A few best friends or many regular friends?

"Hmm, well I got myself a best friend, I can't have more than one best friend or else that defeats the purpose of a 'best', so regular I suppose."

Wild night out or romantic night in?

"Ah shit give me both. Usually they start as a wild night out which ends with a wild night in. (wiggles eyebrows) Viktor knows what I'm talking about, right baby? (looking off to the side to see Viktor chuckling behind a face palm) Yeah, he knows what I mean. (winks)"

Day or night?

"For sex? Ugh both. Oh you mean just in general?-"

=FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS=

Been caught sneaking out?

"'Course."

Fallen down/up the stairs?

"Oh my god both, all the time, Viktor can attest to that good god. Being honest here I don't even need stairs to fall, it just happens."

Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt?

"Yuhuh, that's how it started with (points to Viktor while clicking toungue)"

Wanted to disappear?

"Hell no, I wanna be known."

=FOUR PREFERENCES=

Shorter or taller?

"I guess taller, but I was never picky."

Intelligence or attraction?

"Viktors got both so honestly it's hard to say."

Hook-up or relationship?

"When I was single, relationships. But now definitely relationship, and I wouldn't change it for the world."

=FAMILY=

Do you and your family get along?

"We did yeah. We were a happy family. (smiling fondly at old memories)"

Would you say you have a “messed up life”?

"(cackles) Boy is that an understatement."

Have you ever run away from home?

"Nah, I've always liked where I was, no matter where it was."

Have you ever gotten kicked out?

"Nope."

Do you secretly hate one of your friends?

"If you even wanna call some of them friends, I consider them links for possible job opportunities, work partners."

Do you consider all of your friends good friends?

"I wouldn't say all of them, but the ones within my close circle yes absolutely."

Who is your best friend?

"V."

Who knows everything about you?

"Viktor, and I mean everything. (smiles proudly)"

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 20

"Boom Town"

I typically watch Supernatural first for two reasons:

at the outset, I was far more excited to be rewatching Doctor Who because that's the show I was more attached to out of the two. So, I wanted to savor that, and

a bitch is a scaredy cat sometimes, and if I can not be scared right before going to bed, I'm gonna do that

But today...today Doctor Who decided to bring back the Slitheen family, and I am never excited about seeing them.

This is the one that brings back the rift from the Charles Dickens episode, isn't it?

I'm sure that this room is more recognizable to those actually in the UK like how we(/U.S. Americans) would immediately recognize when a scene takes place in the oval office, but sadly I am as stated above.

These shots are definitely making me want to visit Wales again because I definitely didn't appreciate it like I should have back in 2000.

I can't imagine being Mickey, though. First your girlfriend goes off with the Doctor and now not only is she still with the Doctor but Jack is there too?? And you're still waiting around for her right now? He needs more self-esteem.

At the same time, I think I'd find the TARDIS team every bit as irritating and weird as Mickey does if I had been left behind, too.

OOOO, this...actually this journalist is probably going to be the next one to die because of "the curse" the nuclear power plant in the middle of Cardiff. Poor thing.

It's a nice twist that human or alien or human-alien connection based around family did save the journalist.

Okay okaaaaaaay the last of the Slitheen constantly trying to get away from Team TARDIS IS in fact funny.

Yeah, lady, LAST episode it was "just this once, everybody lives!" not today. Apparently, today, the Doctor doesn't care if you die.

Okay. Like, I hate her but also...she's very compelling for this episode. Because she's not entirely wrong about them knowingly taking her to where she would be executed and how that guilt would eat away at them.

Fuck. She is DIABOLICAL. Aaaaand funny. "Dinner and bondage. Works for me."

It's really shitty of Mickey to want to take Rose to a hotel while he's actively dating someone else, but I don't think Rose gets to be this mad that he's dating someone else. Bestie, you left first.

Mickey's speech here is heartbreaking. You always expect someone to say "I won't." or "I'm not going to do that." when they ask another person, someone they love DEARLY, if they're just standby and if they're just expected to just wait for them forever. But Mickey. Mickey says "because I will," and that's a whole other level of devastating.

Okay...I don't think this is necessarily about the Doctor here, Mickey. I think it's about, I dunno, the fate of the WHOLE WORLD?? WHICH YOU LIVE ON??

Amazing how Rose can run like that while the ground is breaking up without even stumbling lol

I bet she thought "surf's up" sounded really cool.........

I can't believe there's only 2 episodes left in this season.

"Provenance"

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: Why would you buy a creepy painting like that? Ew that squelch...This is why you buy Monet prints. The likelihood that you'll die from one of his landscapes coming to life isn't zero but it's about as close to it as you can get

There's...a LOT of research that has to go into being a monster/demon/whatever hunter. Not only do you have to know about all the different kinds of supernatural creatures out there from basically every culture, you also have to be good at recognizing patterns. And by patterns, I mean murders that happened decades apart but are, for the purposes of this show, linked.

Oh. this is a VERY fun motel they've checked into.

Aww, swooping in to save Sam's dignity in the fancy schmancy restaurant and their probably outrageously expensive wine list. And she was so smooth about it.

OMG. Is she another one? Sorry, I was glancing the imdb page for this episode before really diving in because I remembered there was an episode that was filmed at the botanical gardens here and I wasn't sure if it was this one (don't think it was), but it said this was the first appearance of Sarah Blake, which means more appearances. And she just said her mom died about a year ago...which doesn't 100% hold up with Sam and Max, but still...could be part of the psychic kids club thingy.

This historian? librarian? is so excited to help out. I love this for him...as long as he doesn't get killed by the painting.

I don't know that I'd ever recover, let alone ever want to see the Winchester brothers ever again if I experienced what Sarah did. But what does she do? She insists on going with them...could never be me

Paintingception...why do you have to check the painting in the painting??

Does the whole "you have an eyelash on...no...can--can I get it for you?" thing work? Like in real life?

On one hand, I totally see where Sarah is coming from. She could very well die any number of ways tomorrow that would have nothing to do with the Winchesters, but...I don't think she grasps that, like, they are being TARGETED by this demon. It's one thing to not know what good or bad could happen, but it's another to know that he people you love are living breathing targets for a demon who's coming after you. Either way, the fact that she and Sam can't be together is sad.

The realest thing to happen and the realest dialogue in this is when Dean is struggling to break open the glass at the mausoleum and then remembers he has a gun and says out loud "Come on, Deeean!"

"Been On My Mind...": Dean does hook up with a next-to-nameless girl completely off screen...but considering he was posing as a reality tv show producer, gross, Dean. Gross. Bad. Yet...I love how absolutely embarrassing to be around he gets when Sam takes a liking to a girl. And Sam does get to kiss her

[stevesbbg]

Hey! Hi.. can I ask for a Riff story please? There not enough him on this app😂

So... I was thinking about a Riff story with a shy reader, where he flirts with her constantly to make blush. He tries to take her to the dance but she refuses because.. yeah too shy.. and then Riff suggest a bet (?)

a/n: hi there anon! sorry this req took a while to write - life has gotten super crazy but i'm hopefully gonna be getting to write more! ty for the request <33

dancing with the stars - riff x f!reader

"Listen babydoll," The slim brunette leaned over the table to meet Y/N's eyes, "I'll make sure you have the greatest night of your life! No strings attached."

With a sigh and warmth spreading across her face, Y/N shook her head, "Please Riff, I have to work and I don't have a dress or anything anyway. Why don't you ask that blonde girl. Whats her name again?"

"Graziella?"

"Yeah, I heard her talkin' about how she wants you to take her."

"She ain't you girlie girl. Just trust me and let me take you dancing."

She ain't you. Y/N blushed even more. She had been nursing a crush on Riff ever since he started the Jets with his friend Tony. She always liked how he was so determined to get what he wanted and his loyalty to the group. Not to mention his looks that could kill. His dusty hair, the way when he smiled his tongue swiped across his teeth..

"You still with us, Y/N?" Riff chuckled, "You were starin' pretty intently. I mean, I know I'm pretty good looking but-"

"Can you please leave me alone." Now embarrassed, Y/N covered her face.

Riff, with a lopsided grin, whispered in her ear. "Only if you come to the dance, sugar."

"I just don't wanna ruin anything. I know you and the other boys really like those dances but I'm just nervous."

"You'll come out of your shell, don't worry. Plus you'll be with me! You have nothing to worry about. So, whatd'ya say?" He gave her puppy dog eyes, "Please?"

"No, Riff." She shook her head.

"Fine, if you come with me I promise I'll never ask again and leave you alone."

She thought about it. She didn't really want him to leave her, she enjoyed his company to be honest. He was just really good at flustering her.

"Fine," She let out, "I'll go just this once."

Riff let out a 'yes' and kissed her on the cheek, "You won't regret it, I promise! I'll pick you up at 6!"

What did she get herself into...

Riff, true to his word, picked her up at 6 with a dress he had bought with the money he saved up. Y/N protested, saying she could've gotten one herself, but Riff insisted.

The gym was packed with a mix of many kids. Some looked happy to be there, but others were on the wall with their arms crossed. Y/N couldn't blame them.

Riff brought her over to talk to a few of the Jets, and like he said, she was slowly getting out of her shell. She got to know a few of the boys a bit better than went to get some punch.

"Enjoying it so far?" Riff stood over her.

"It's not as bad as I thought it would be," Y/N said while taking a sip, "It's a bit loud though."

Riff took the drink out of her hand and led her to the dance floor. He noticed the girls face change, "Don't worry, okay? Just follow my lead."

"Do you know what you're doing?"

"Absolutely not, but that's what makes it fun, right?" He wrapped his hand around her waist and started to sway. They stayed like that until after the song was done which gained a few whispers and eyes.

The party was finally finished at 12, which meant everyone had to go home and sleep the night off.

"Do you wanna spend the night at my place?" Riff tugged Y/N closer as they walked, "Your house is a bit further away."

"Are you asking to have a sleepover?" Y/N laughed softly. The night absorbing the noise.

"Maybe I just don't want you to go yet," He looked her in the eyes.

Y/N smiled, "I don't think you have to worry about that anytime soon."

And with that, they walked to Riffs box car and danced one more time, with the stars that shone almost as bright as their love for each other.

[sheetsonfire]

Fooling

Fandom: Chicago Fire

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Reader

Genre: humour, fluff, crack

Word Count: 2934

Requested By Anon: people think that you and kelly severide have something going on when in reality you only hooked up once and now you’re just super close friends. setting could be at molly’s and people are teasing you two about your “relationship”

A/N: I hope this hits the spot, anon! Happy reading!

-

It's a Tuesday morning, which in itself is nothing special or consequential. However, the feeling of three pairs of curious eyes on you and Kelly is something you make note of.

You're on the couch in the common room, facing towards the dining table with your feet in Kelly's lap. He's facing towards the TV also with a puzzle book in his possession, completely oblivious to the neighborhood watch from across the room.

You try to keep your head in your sudoku but from the periphery of your vision, the childlike gossiping and whispering is a major distraction. You sigh, flick your book to a blank back page and tear a piece off. Using the book itself to lean on as you write quickly, you slip the piece of paper onto the page of Kelly's puzzle book.

It reads: "Don't react. We're being watched. They still think we're together." Complete with crude doodles of the eye-roll emoji and laughing emoji.

Kelly's eyes light up with mischief as he reads the last line, mouth up turning into a smirk. He glances at you, not giving the prying watchers any of his attention.

In a hushed tone, gentle and sweet, Kelly speaks,

"I'm just gonna get a cup of coffee, you want one?"

The question is said in a way that is supposed to feign a private conversation, but ultimately Kelly knew he'd be heard.

You can’t help yourself, the mischievous nature is infectious. Playing along, rubbing his shoulder gently.

"That would be amazing, thanks."

The eyes watch curiously, looking for any giveaway that you were, in fact, a couple. One thing to note was that Kelly hadn’t used a term of endearment, and though you had touched his shoulder you were prone to being quite tactful with everyone - thus the onlookers could only conclude a touch to the shoulder, to show thanks, was hardly a lewd public act.

You swing your feet off Kelly’s lap and go back to doing your sudoku, playing it as cool as possible. Listening intently as Kelly putters about in the kitchen area, making coffee for the both of you.

One member of your audience pipes up. “Any for us, Lieutenant?”

“If you get up and make it, yeah.” He barely even glances at the owner of the voice, Otis, remaining stoic as he brings you your coffee and settles back down with your feet in his lap once more.

The small chorus of frustrated sighs makes you want to laugh. Their curiosity and misery would be over if they just asked.

But that would ruin their betting pool.

Herrmann and Joe are the other two in Otis' three, the ringleaders that had the whole firehouse placing bets on when you and Kelly would actually explicitly confirm your ‘togetherness’, as well as when the chief would ask you both to declare it officially as a romantic interpersonal relationship.

Casey, who happens to be passing by to get to the Chief's office, shakes his head at the three men watching you like meerkats over a parapet, chuckling at you and Kelly who were clearly making the most of the fun.

-

It’s late in the afternoon when Otis, Joe, and Herrmann get their next opportunity to make the bust. They, rightfully, think they’ve hit the jackpot as a courier turns up with a bouquet of flowers and a set of heart-shaped cupcakes, addressed to you. Surely this would be the moment the little card attached would read "Love, Kel" or "Love, K" and all would be revealed.

Oh, how easy that would be.

You were well aware of their eagerness to snoop, and so it was no mistake when you got up to put the flowers next to your bunk that you left the greeting card behind.

“To my sweet, Y/N. You are so beautiful, and I’m so proud of who you are. Thank you for being my-” There’s a pause in Joe’s reading, Otis and Herrmann look on in anticipation, “-… amazing little sister. Love, your big sister.”

There's a chorus of groans, the onlookers in the common room who also had their stakes in the betting pool just as disappointed as the three huddled around the piece of paper.

The card gets tossed angrily across the table, each of them huffing as they leave the common room to get some fresh air outside the app floor.

Elsewhere, you’re sitting on Kelly’s bed in his quarters, giggling quietly with him.

“I bet they were so excited when they saw that delivery. I gotta get my sister something as thanks.” You grin, winking at Kelly.

“I love this game.” Kelly snorts.

“Me too, dude. Me too.” You sigh happily, teasing your friends was just too easy. Leaning back against Kelly’s pillow, opening to the chapter in your book, as Kelly starts on some paperwork.

-

The shift passes without further incident, a string of calls takes you and Kelly away from your leisurely activities and the three musketeers have no further hopes of collecting evidence at work that day.

So, they put their hopes into the idea that it would come down to cracking the case at Molly’s later that evening.

You and Kelly are sitting with Matt and Sylvie enjoying drinks and some snacks, laughing about the latest in the Firehouse witch hunt for your relationship with the Lieutenant.

You take a sip of your cocktail, nudging Kelly in the ribs with a grin.

“I heard Tony placed a new bet with Capp that the Chief would ask about it next shift.”

Sylvie taps her finger on the table excitedly, getting your attention as she's mid-swallow of a mouthful of chips, enjoying the thrill of this high stakes game,

“And Mouch -as got it pl-aced in a week from'now.” You laugh at Sylvie's garbled speech, the message clear enough.

Casey shakes his head, amused, shrugging, “I was in a meeting with him this morning, he did ask about you and this guy, but I said I didn’t know.”

Kelly chuckles, patting Matt on the back. “That’s my buddy. Keep it up.”

A few more rounds in, and you’re listening to a story Sylvie is telling about one of her childhood mishaps involving a pig and torrential rain at the county fair when you catch the conspirators huddled around Herrmann at the bar. Your lips curve into amusement, taking the moment to wrap your arm around Kelly and lean against his shoulder.

Matt raises an eyebrow, and Sylvie briefly pauses her talking,

“Don’t look, they’re watching. Just roll with it. Sylvie don't you dare leave me hanging, carry on and tell me about what Mrs. Kitchner did once the pig got into the jam tent.”

Sylvie makes a face that says "You are not going to believe what that woman did." and proceeds to continue her tale. Kelly glances at you, giggling as he kisses your forehead. You hum contentedly, Kelly was still a great pillow even if he wasn’t your boyfriend but a best friend.

Over at the bar, Capp is not shy about spying on your table,

“A forehead kiss… what the crap, man. How are we supposed to know?”

“She’s snuggled right up to him, that’s gotta be proof!” Mouch grumbles.

Otis sighs, swirling his beer in his bottle. He hates to be the voice of reason when winnings are at stake, but he has to play fair. “You know damn well Y/N's a cuddler, and Kelly and Shay were just as close like that. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Mouch nods disappointedly, going back to the paper he had been reading.

Herrmann takes in the forlorn sight of his friends, shaking his head in incredulity. He loved a bet as much as the next person, but it wasn't the end of the world. He taps a glass on the counter, getting their attention. “Alright, break it up. You can’t gawk at them all night. And you yahoos need to buy some beer rather than taking up my bar space!”

-

It's your next shift when Mouch falls victim to the evergrowing hubbub surrounding this particular rumour. He had been sucked into the quest for the 'truth'. He was sitting on his bunk, glasses at the tip of his nose whilst perusing through some Union Rep paperwork, when he heard a most peculiar sound. Coming from the direction of Kelly's quarters no less.

Placing the folder to the side, pushing his glasses back onto his face, he silently stands up, creeping toward Kelly's door. He strains his ears, listening.

"Kelly, ah! Stop wiggling like that, you're hurting."

"I'm not wiggling, you're squirming. How's it jammed in so tight?"

"Please just move it already, it's putting my nerves on edge."

Mouch's face falls into a deep frown, trying to figure out what he's listening to. Then, his eyes pop open with realisation on his face.

Immediately moving to find Herrmann.

“Mouch, what are you doing listening to Kelly’s door anyway?” Herrmann frets, walking alongside his best friend.

“I wasn’t! They were being loud.” Herrmann sighs, carefully approaching to look out for any more sounds.

There’s a beat of silence before your voice is heard again,

“Ah, Kelly! Twist there, that’s it… no, no! Ah, you’re pulling too much.”

Herrmann snatches his body back from the door and stares at Mouch. He shrugs in an “I told you so.” kind of gesture.

There's movement from behind the pair and they turn to find Joe and Otis approaching with curiosity.

“What’s happening?” There's an unspoken acknowledgment that they should keep talking in hushed whispers as they come to join the older men spying.

“We think they're uh… doing 'it',” Mouch says hesitantly. Joe’s and Otis’ eyes light up with excitement and somehow disgust at the same time. Herrmann grimaces, for a multitude of reasons.

“Severide can’t be as good as the reputation might suggest, she seems very uncomfortable. This is an invasion of their privacy, we should go.”

Otis snorts, "Their privacy? Herrmann, my man, they're at work, besides-"

Back in the room, you’re squirming under Kelly’s touch, Kelly sighs.

“I’m gonna try and get something to lubricate it, maybe it’ll slide right out that way.”

You nod, lips pursed in irritation and pain. Grumbling as you patiently wait for Kelly to find a solution.

Outside the room, before the stalkers can even react to the words “Get something to lubricate”, the door opening startles the hovering troupe, and they all jump back in terror.

Kelly’s face falls into a scowl, pointing at Otis. Seemingly oblivious to the others.“You!”

Wild-eyed Otis points at himself. “Me? What's wrong with me?”

“Oh I'm so glad you asked, Brian, your stupid robot freaked out on Y/N and she’s got a piece of it stuck in her hair!”

At which point Kelly stalks off to find Sylvie, some conditioner to use on your hair, and hopefully a hairbrush. Otis winces at the use of his actual name, "Brian" around here usually meant he was in trouble.

Kelly's blustering exit leaves the dumbfounded group to peek sheepishly into the room where you remained. You're glancing at the doorway, one hand holding your hair and your head, the other clenched into the blanket on Kelly's bed. You’re sat with a piece of machinery tangled in your hair, looking to be in pain and thoroughly done with this day.

“Y/N, what happened?” Herrmann asks, concerned.

You glance at Otis, and you can see he gulps, which in any other circumstance would make you laugh but your scalp was hurting. “Otis’ robot thought I was a threat, it tried to extinguish me and then a piece came flying off from the pressure of the extinguish feature and it basically catapulted into my hair. It won’t come out.”

Joe smacks Otis upside the head and Otis has the good grace to look remorseful.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’ll mail it back as soon as possible.”

You wave your hand away, "It's a bitch, but I know it was an accident. Just make sure it's gone, or Chief's gonna lose his shit."

"Yes, Chief is." The authoritative voice doesn't even have to be loud to make all of you jump, the boys spin round to see the Chief with his hands on hips in his usual stance, taking in the pathetic sight of you and your hair. Having done nothing wrong you still can't help but feel like you're in trouble.

Herrmann and Mouch move aside to let Boden further into the room, "You alright, Y/N?"

You smile weakly, "Yeah, Chief. Just a freak accident. Kelly's getting Sylvie and some supplies to solve it."

At that moment Sylvie makes herself known, Kelly in tow, she's holding a conditioner, a hairbrush, and a comb. "Cavalry's here." Her voice is worried but also laced with amusement and you can't help giggling at the stupidity of this whole thing too.

As Sylvie comes to sit by your side and work through the mess of your hair and the bits of robot that are stuck, Kelly shoos everyone else out of the room. As they usher out, you can hear Chief demanding that Otis get that 'godforsaken thing' out of his Firehouse immediately.

Leaving Mouch, Herrmann, and Joe with a Lieutenant who eyes them suspiciously with folded arms outside his door.

"Why were you outside my door?"

There's silence from the worried faces in front of Kelly, they really don't want to piss him off anymore.

"We, uh..." Herrmann starts.

"I thought you were having sex!" Mouch blurts out.

Kelly blinks. Face unreadable.

The Lieutenant makes a show of clenching his jaw, appearing to be pissed off. "Excuse me?"

"I-... Y/N was making a lot of noise, then I heard "tight", "that's it" and "just move" and I just..." Mouch is flushed pink with regret at a) Ever thinking you and Kelly were doing it and b) for giving such a detailed explanation on his thought process. Joe's holding his face in secondhand embarrassment.

There's more silence, and then Kelly's face cracks as his body starts to shake with laughter. Uncontrollable burbles of belly laughter as he ducks his head into his room, to see you and Sylvie both trying to stifle your hysterics.

"You heard that?"

Sylvie nods, "Yeah, Kelly. We-...We heard! Hahahaha!"

You're holding your stomach, trying to breathe through laughter. "Oh my god, OH MY GOD. Hahaha, Mouch. Poor Mouch. This betting pool's got them so messed up."

It's Herrmann's and Joe's faces that duck around the doorway next, simultaneously questioning,

"Betting pool?!"

"You know about this?!"

You and Sylvie have the good grace to look a little sheepish, but really it served them all right for snooping into your and Kelly's business.

You snort, keeping still as Sylvie keeps brushing with an amused expression. "Yes, of course, we knew about the betting pool. We've known about it for weeks."

"You've been playing us?" Joe looks hurt, only encouraging more giggles.

"We have, bud. And really well too." Kelly claps him on the shoulder, looking victorious.

Mouch gets over his confession, querying the other thing on his mind.

"So you aren't together?"

"Nope." Kelly shrugs.

"Negative." Your face is absolutely neutral, it was clear you were telling the truth.

"Oh come on, you gotta be kidding, you two are like-" Herrmann gestures, crossing fingers together.

"Yeah, we are. But as friends."

"So you didn't sleep together?" Otis has come back from his disposal duties.

Sylvie untangles the last few strands of hair, you breathe a sigh of relief and give her a side hug. Smiling at your rediscovered freedom. You stand and jab Otis in the chest playfully.

"Not that it's any of your business, but yes we slept together, it was great, duh, but we decided friendship was better for us. That cover everything now?"

Kelly is eyeing them all, with that look that unequivocally means "No more talking about this",

Joe steers Otis out the door, dragging Herrmann and Mouch with them, calling back to you and Kelly, Sylvie still thrilled about the revelations. "Yep, all covered. Thanks for the talk. We'll leave you to it."

-

Chief did ask about your interpersonal relationship with Kelly later that day, the others dared not try and cash in on that part either. You both did indeed reassure him that it was purely platonic. Satisfied that there was nothing to be made aware of, he let you be.

It took the others another week to fully shake their conspiracy, but as time passed they started to believe that what you and Kelly had was comfortable and close in the most unassuming of ways.

It wasn't until Capp very brazenly brought up a new betting stake at Molly's one night that a new pool began.

"So, are we gonna start guessing when they'll sleep together again?"

Tony smacks him upside the head, shaking his own in disapproval.

Everyone scoffs at Capp as if to say "Come on, man."

But as shenanigans are prevalent at Firehouse 51, your friends all start sidling up to Capp, starting with Otis one by one they all approach to input their guess.

A hand grips Capp's shoulder, he turns to see your face. Making him flinch, thinking he was about to be in some big trouble.

You lean in, speaking in a hushed tone. "I'll cut you in on the bet that it'll happen this weekend when we go hiking."

Capp grins. "Sold."

You wink, slinking back to Kelly, Jay, and Will at your table. Linking arms with your not-boyfriend and resuming the conversation.

-

Fin.

[sarnghoe]

𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐓!

SENJU KAWARAGI x READER

TW: public sexual activities, pantie stealing, getting caught, phone sex but not? IDK

A/N: minors, please don't interact or I'll break your back

"So, how was it?"

Senju asks the girl next to her as they walk back from the store, holding multiple bags.

"How was what?" y/n replied turning her head to look at the short-haired girl who was staring right back at her. "You had sex with Sanzu, didn't you? I was asking how it went."

y/n looked to the side, avoiding senju's eyes as she bit the inside of her cheek. "It went well... Who told you about that in the first place?"

Senju turned her gaze away from y/n as she stayed silent for a little. "Wakasa did." y/n nodded in response.

the rest of the walk was silent until the two girls reached the bus stop, senju stepped to the side signaling y/n to walk onto the bus first before she walked behind her.

Once the vehicle's doors closed, senju grabbed y/n's hand as she led her to find a seat in the back of the bus.

As they sat down, senju stared at the girl who was situating herself and placing the bags onto the floor in front of her so that they could have more space to sit in.

y/n stopped shifting as she looked over at senju about to take the bags from the girl's hands, only to see her still looking at her with a monotone face but also with a finger on her lip as if she was thinking about something.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that." y/n said, laughing a little and using her hand to cover her smile which senju knew was a trait of hers. "'s nothing, I was just thinking of something."

y/n shrugged in response as she took the bags from senju's hands and placed them on the floor before reaching into senju's shirt pocket and taking out her small phone as her hand brushed the girl's erect nipple through her shirt making senju shiver slightly from the contact as she let out a shaky breath which y/n didn't take notice to as she flipped open her phone.

"Didn't Takeomi say that he'd walk us from the bus stop?" y/n questioned looking over at senju who was playing with the hem of her skirt. "Yeah, but I don't think he'll show up. Maybe call him just for surezies." Senju replied looking over at y/n who already had her pink flip phone out with a melody and kuromi charm attached to it. Pink nails tapped the numbers across the phone, calling senju's brother.

"Hello?"

His voice rang through the phone as y/n put the device to her ear. "Hey, Takeomi-sama!" y/n yelled into the phone, Takeomi grunted as he pulled his ear away from the phone slightly. "Yes? What is it, y/n."

"You said that you'd pick us up at the bus stop but I bet that you're not even gonna show!" y/n put her hand on her hip even though the man at the other side of the call couldn't even see her.

"Mmm, well. You aren't guaranteed that I won't show up, I promised you both, did I not. Have I ever broke one of my promises?" He responded as y/n heard him blow out smoke from his cigarette through the other side of the phone.

But before y/n could open her mouth to speak, she felt a hand on her thigh as it moved slowly up her thigh. Turning her head to see Senju looking at her with a small smile and a finger to her lips in a shushing motion.

y/n shook her head and pointed to her phone signaling Takeomi's presence, senju shrugged as she whispered "and?" y/n slowly untensed her shoulders before hearing Takeomi's rough voice through the phone. "y/n, you there?"

She pulled the phone back to her ear and gave senju a worried look as the girl started to pull her underwear off her legs, grunting at the string of slick that was connected to y/n's cunt and her panties.

"Y-yeah! I'm here, sorry." y/n said with a shaking voice as she heard Takeomi hum in approval through the phone. "Where are you guys right now." He asked before taking another puff of his cigar, letting the smoke leave his lips.

Senju's fingers rubbed around y/n's pussy making her shiver and look down at the girl who only pointed back at the phone.

"Mmm, we're at- we just passed that one d-ead arcade next to the gas station- ah!" y/'n was cut off by moan as senju's fingers slipped into her, pumping in and out but then curling every second.

"What's wrong, You alright over there?" Takeomi asked, sounding a little worried.

"Yeah um. I just hit my knee on the seat. Takeomi sighed, "Clumsy." He called her, making the girl let out a forced laugh still having a shakey voice while senju pumped her fingers and stared at y/n's cunt as if it was a wonder to her. Using her other hand, senju unbuttoned her shirt as she started tugging at her nipple while still thrusting her fingers into y/n's dripping cunt.

"Well, I'm on my way. I'll meet you at the bus stop, yeah?" Takeomi asked as he chuckled slightly. Senju purposely thrusted her fingers faster and faster, knowing y/n was about to cum as she saw y/n putting her hand over her mouth even though her moans still left her mouth.

Senju smiled up at y/n as she placed her finger on y/n's clit and started rubbing making her reach her limit faster than expected. An accidental loud moan left her mouth as her orgasm came, her juices sprayed all over senju's hand. At her moan, the three of them went silent.

"Oh...so your fucking my sister? In public?" They heard takeomi's voice through the phone as he let out a worried laugh.

"Yup! Hey big bro!" Senju leaned over y/n's lap, yelling into the phone with a smile. Y/n sat there with her mind filled with embarrassment as she still calmed down from her recent orgasm, her ears blocking out the sound of the two siblings quarreling in the background.

"Anyways~! Big brothers here, let's go!" Senju said as the bus stopped, she ran towards the bus doors but not forgetting to take all her shopping bags and also something that doesn't belong to her.

As y/n picked up all of her own bags shopping bags, she noticed something was missing.

"Uh- Senju! I need my underwear!"

Senju only giggled, stuffing the piece of clothing into her pocket.